The Distant Metropolis

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The vial in Elias Thorne’s breast pocket pulsed with a faint, rhythmic blue light, a cold throb against his ribs that matched the arrhythmia of his own failing heart. He stood at the edge of the village, the morning mist thick enough to swallow the road ahead, watching the last of the villagers trundle away on their mules, leaving him alone with his instruments and his arrogance. At fifty-two,...

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